Lambiedog

Craft service

For dogs in 'the biz', the first rule is to always know the location of the craft service table, where snacks are set up.

When I'm not needed on-set, that's where you'll find me.

New sibling idea is floated

    On our weekend walk with Teresa, we stopped to see the animals at a pet rescue.

I was not that interested, but my owner seemed activated.

 

Life is good as it is; why add another baby? Am I not enough dog for my family?

Sunset sniff

Wherein I horn in on a playdate

Dexter and Blue are best friends.

 

They tolerate me when I show up now and then at their daily get-together.

So much for security

 I received a gift rawhide.

   Not only was it an outstanding rawhide, of a shape and brand I don't usually get, but it also had great sentimental value, as it had been given to me by Kim and Willy.

    I wanted to keep it with me when I went out to the bluffs, but I knew other dogs would covet it. 

So I engaged protection to accompany me on my walk.  
 

As I had expected, interest in my prize was keen.

Unfortunately, my security detail was not strong at security.  Affable, yes.  But I'd look elsewhere if recruiting for the Secret Service. 

I got my owner's attention and we agreed to hightail it for home.

 

By the grace of God, I made it back to my front door with the rawhide still intact between my teeth.
 

I'm not sure that my bodyguard even knew I had left.

Summiting the peak

My trip to the top of the world went well for awhile...

Until I put my foot down. 

I do that when I feel I am due a water break.

Just so there's no confusion about why I'm striking, I lick my lips delicately.

After my demands were met, we continued....

     

....culminating in a successful summit.

Impresario identifies talent at the bluff

 

Who are the people in my neighborhood?

I've been catching up with the neighbors.  As Sesame Street taught us, they're the people that I meet each day.

Kerry lives down the street, and Howard lives a block from him. They often walk to the bluffs together.

    

  Although not technically a neighbor, Maria comes to my house on Wednesdays.   

            I love Wednesdays.

Nancy lives around the corner and is an old friend. She has a new dog named Earnest.

Kim lives across the street and is Willy's owner.  My crush on her is well-documented.

Conveniently, there are tons of people in my neighborhood.  This could be a rich vein for blog posts.

'Not posting enough,' they say

Here I am in the dumps, trying to think of new posts.  How do those Twitterers manage it?

        I am going to rise to the pressure.  I can't let my followers down.

        Stay tuned for more episodes of the Lambie show, coming soon.

Object permanence

                                Not only did Charlie leave recently; his sofa also left.

                Now there's a new sofa, but Charlie isn't on it.